A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

In Zhimeng's ten years of life since he became conscious, even if he became a magician halfway, he has never encountered anything as miraculous as it is now.

First, he met another Jie last night, and before he could indulge in the novelty of the two Jies, he met another him this morning——

Even though the other party was bound by chains, a spell was stuck on his mouth, and even his aura was not human, but that mysterious and mysterious feeling told Zhimeng that it was another him!

Zhimeng didn't know if Jie felt this way about his other self, but he felt it very clearly.

but--

Even if the other Jay I met last night was seriously injured, at least he was still human.

But if it was him, why did the other one become a curse spirit?

In addition to being curious, Zhimeng fell into confusion again.

Compared to Weaving Dreams who was still calm, the reaction of Mana Ling Weaving Dreams was even more excited.

He blew away the spell on his lips, and the next moment he appeared in front of Zhimeng. The chain magic tool that bound him fell to the ground. It can be seen that the magic tool was useless to him. The reason why he didn't break free immediately was to follow them come here.

Gojo Wu's complexion changed, and he subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he collided with Xia Youjie who also wanted to stop him——

Because, when the curse spirit Zhimeng found out about their behavior, he did not hesitate to hold Zhimeng and escaped to the other side.

The moment he saw Zhimeng, Juling Zhimeng ignored the others, and his eyes were full of Zhimeng alone.

"You are actually a human? How could you be a human!"

It sounded like unbelievable words, but Ju Ling Zhi Meng's eyes were full of curiosity and excitement.

Like a curious cat who saw a ball of wool, he stretched out his eager paws——

He held the flower branch in his hand behind his back, and pinched Zhimeng's face with his fingers, ignoring the red marks on his hands caused by his indifferent strength, but groping up and down full of curiosity.

"It's hot, it's a real body, you're really human! But how is this possible..."

The white-haired young man with bandaged eyes approached and stretched out his hand to pull him: "You are so enthusiastic, people are scared by you!"

But before touching him, Juling Zhimeng whipped him backhand with a flexible flower branch.

With the magic power, the seemingly soft but terrifying whip was easily blocked by the opponent's infinite spell and bounced back. The magic spirit Zhimeng followed the rebound force and easily led Zhimeng to the second floor, avoiding the whip at the same time. The other two hands.

Turning back, he pressed Zhimeng against the guardrail on the second floor, let go of the flower branches that dissipated in the mist, and the curse spirit Zhimeng stared at him with blazing eyes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a pink flower appeared in his hand out of thin air, and then the cursed spirit smiled like a flower and put the delicate and beautiful unknown pink flower in his hair.

"You are simply a miracle without one in a million—"

"Snapped!"

Finally, Zhimeng, who couldn't bear it any longer, slapped his hand off, and pushed him away without hesitation.

"leave me alone!"

As if she had reached the limit of her patience, Zhimeng jumped directly from the second floor.

"Weaving dreams!"

Wujo Wujo, who had just jumped up to the second floor, had no time to catch him, but was hugged by Xia Youjie downstairs.

Smelling the familiar scent, Zhimeng firmly hugged him tightly: "I can't think anymore!"

"Dream weaving?" Xia Youjie, who caught him, was worried when he heard this.

"It's terrible!" Zhimeng reached out and knocked off the flowers on his head, and buried himself in his arms, even trembling: "It feels like I'm about to be eaten... It's terrible! Jie, go, don't get close he!"

His body was faster than he could think, and Xia Youjie subconsciously retreated to the door, five or six meters away from the curse spirit weaving dream on the second floor.

In the corridor upstairs, the curse spirit Zhimeng ignored his body, which was bound and imprisoned again by the white-haired youth with a magic tool, and followed Zhimeng with longing eyes.

"Why are you leaving? Don't you feel it? We are one!"

"Merge with me and let me have your body!"

Facing the bold speech of the curse spirit Zhimeng, Zhimeng downstairs did not respond, and Gojo Satoru upstairs turned black.

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

After that, he sealed the curse spirit's mouth with a spell again.

Fortunately, he brought a few extra spells just in case before he came here, and it just came in handy now.

At the door, Xia Youjie held Zhimeng in his arms, then looked at the curse spirit Zhimeng and the two Wujo Wu on the second floor, and thought of [Xia Youjie] who was still lying in the room, feeling confused and tired for a while.

"What the hell is going on!"

Suddenly, a curse spirit ran out of the guest room on the second floor, and Xia Youjie's complexion changed.

The white-haired young man grabbed the curse spirit that suddenly jumped out with the other hand, and motioned to Xia Youjie, "Is this Jie's curse spirit?"

Xia Youjie didn't reply, just looked behind him.

Gojo Satoru turned around, and saw a black-haired young man with Jie's face, but more mature, but with one arm missing, coming out of the room behind him.

He raised his eyebrows: "Uncle, see if this is the Jie you are looking for."

The white-haired young man paused, let go of the little curse spirit in his hand, and turned to look at his former best friend: "...Jie."

The black-haired young man who lost his arm exchanged a glance with him, and then looked away at the curse spirit who was chained by him.

She hooked her lips: "Sure enough, that's not an illusion."

The fog he saw before was indeed the handwriting of the other party.

Curse Ling Zhimeng blew away the banning spell on his mouth again, and smiled at him without hesitation: "Ming Mingjie has been chasing me, why did he suddenly find someone else? Do you think she is better than me?"

Why did the other party say something else when it was obviously normal?

【Xia Youjie】Silence for a moment, ignoring the faint sense of weirdness, continued to smile and said: "Because compared to your illusory, cursing the queen is more real."

Yes, true.

To be honest, the number of times since he accidentally encountered this rare human-shaped super curse spirit two years ago, and the number of times he has seen this curse spirit again, plus this time is no more than one hand.

When seeing the opponent for the first time, [Xia Youjie] was attracted by the opponent's powerful posture, and desperately hoped to subdue the opponent and use him for his own use.

However, just like seeing it for the first time, the humanoid super curse spirit in front of him was like a dream, a mist.

He seems to be everywhere, but he doesn't seem to exist.Just like the moon in the water in the mirror, it is beyond reach.

During the chase, [Xia Youjie] even thought about giving up for a while, wondering if the other party really existed?

But each time the other party reappeared just right in front of him, which made him want to get it more and more, but he couldn't catch the other party!

Immediately afterwards, he got the news of Qiben Lixiang, the super-level grievance spirit.

After pondering for a long time, [Xia Youjie] decided to get Qiben Lixiang first, and then use Qiben Lixiang to deal with the curse spirit Weaving Dream... He still doesn't want to give up!

No, or, he faintly saw a possibility that he could not give up from the curse spirit Zhimeng——

But in the end he didn't even get Qiben Lixiang, and almost buried himself.

So it evolved into the current scene.

Curse Ling Zhimeng blinked, and said with a crooked smile: "There is no other way."

"I am a curse spirit born out of human's fear of the unknown and the mysterious. It is instinctive to hide myself."

Why is the unknown called the unknown?Why is mystery called mystery?

In the final analysis, they are existences that human beings cannot predict or imagine.

The dream-weaving mantra spirit born from this essence, is naturally very good at hiding himself.Even if it wasn't intentional, it still feels unreal like the moon in the water in the mirror.

He is like a mist that dissipates when the wind blows; he is like a dream that is forgotten as soon as you wake up.

Therefore, seeing [Xia Youjie] never forgetting him so persistently, Ju Ling Zhimeng also paid attention to him, and appeared in front of him from time to time to show his presence, hoping that the other party would continue to chase him.

Curse Ling Zhimeng has no other ideas, he just finds it very interesting to be chased relentlessly, just like playing hide-and-seek with him, which he enjoys endlessly.

【Xia Youjie】Looked at him and asked: "So now, are you willing to help me?"

The white-haired young man couldn't help but say, "Jie—"

[Xia Youjie] Looking at him, it made [Wujo Wu] speechless for a while.

The white-haired youth couldn't help but said, "Really, can't we go back?"

The black-haired young man looked at him with a smile: "I can't."

Wujo Wu, who was watching, looked at the two people who looked at each other silently, and then looked at the curse spirit Zhimeng who didn't feel anything wrong at all, and suddenly found that the plot seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

The most obvious thing is that the curse spirit Weaving Dreams said that he was a curse spirit born from human beings' fear of the unknown and mysterious—that is to say, he was a curse spirit rather than a human being from the beginning.

Then, it is naturally impossible for this weaving dream to enter a college and become friends with another him and another Jie.

And without Zhimeng, the other him and the other Jie seem to have fallen out in the future-this is completely different from the future he has been to!

Although it looked unreliable in the past, Gojo Satoru, who was definitely not stupid, naturally thought of what Xia Youjie thought of——

parallel world!

These two people come from parallel worlds that are similar but different from them!

After thinking about the cause and effect, Gojo Wu stretched out his hand and snatched the chains that bound the dream-weaving curse spirit from [Gojo Wu]'s hand, and shouted at Xia Youjie downstairs.

"Jie, can you roll this magic spirit into a ball?"

Since the spell confining magic power is useless to him, what about Jie's magic spell manipulation?

But before Xia Youjie at the downstairs door responded, [Xia Youjie] moved first.

Facing the curse spirit weaving dream that he has been thinking about for a long time and seems to be in a weak state, even if the opponent is another him, he will not give up!

Moreover, at this point, if he wants to stand up, the opponent is his best hole card.

Therefore, [Xia Youjie] unhesitatingly launched the magic spell on the spell weaving dream——

Failed!

When he activated the spell, the mantra spirit Weaving Dream also turned into a pink mist and dissipated.

The chain magic tool fell to the ground with a clatter, but the curse spirit Zhimeng had already appeared beside Xia Youjie at the door.

Xia Youjie's pupils shrank slightly, and he backed away subconsciously, but the mantra Ling Zhimeng relentlessly approached——

"You don't want to merge with me? Then let's exchange, as long as you are willing to give me your body, I can exchange everything!"

"Go away—" what responded to him was Zhimeng's magic power ball without hesitation.

The unsuspecting curse spirit Zhimeng got hit by a spell ball, but he didn't suffer any injuries, but his eyes lit up.

"You see you are so weak, how about we switch bodies, I am very strong, and there is no upper limit~"

Xia Youjie couldn't stand such a clear-cut and unrelenting attitude, even if the other party was Zhimeng from a parallel world.

He took a few steps back again: "Compared to this, should you consider your own situation?"

It's still like this among the conjurers, is the opponent really strong enough to be fearless?

Just as Xia Youjie finished speaking, two Wujo Wu and [Xia Youjie] had come over.

In the blink of an eye, the curse spirit Zhimeng was surrounded by a group of magicians.

Wujo Wu might be concerned that the other party is another Weaving Dream's identity, but [Wujo Wu] doesn't, and there is another [Xia Youjie] who is ready to subdue him at any time, watching him, the situation is very difficult for the mantra spirit Weaving Dream is unfavorable.

But Juling Weaving Dream is really fearless... If it wasn't for the exhaustion before, Juling Weaving Dream wouldn't mind beating these people to the ground at all before having a good chat with the other self.

But right now he is not in his prime, and he doesn't want to be subdued, so he can only avoid it temporarily.

Taking a look at Zhimeng who buried himself in Xia Youjie's arms, refusing to look at him and refuse to communicate with him, the curse spirit Zhimeng was not discouraged at all.

"Think about it carefully, I will always wait for you."

After the words fell, he turned into a pink mist and dispersed again.

[Gojo Satoru] Removed the bandages around the eyes, revealing the six blue eyes, closed the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, and spoke without hesitation.

"The field expands—"

The dissipated mist seemed to sense the danger, and rushed towards Zhimeng and Xia Youjie without hesitation.

The two were wrapped in this fog, and the expansion of [Gojo Satoru]'s domain was also forced to stop.

He clicked his tongue unhappily, but [Gojo Satoru] noticed that the pink-white mist was gradually being absorbed as if it had a place to go.

He also has six eyes, so Gojo Satoru naturally noticed it too.

Moreover, he is clearer than his other self - the position where the mist pours in, plus the posture of weaving dreams, then it is -

that bead!

The mist that the curse spirit Weaving Dream turned into was absorbed by that bead!

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that the pinkish-white mist that Mana Ling Zhimeng turned into was very much like the energy flowing in that bead.

Sure enough, the two are related!

As thoughts flowed, the mist over there was quickly absorbed, revealing Xia Youjie and Zhimeng who were intact.

Zhimeng got down from Xia Youjie's arms immediately, took off the beads on his wrist and handed them to Wujo Wu with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Wu, seal it up."

Gojo Satoru took the bead and wrapped the bead with the remaining charms without hesitation.

But—"these spells don't do much for him."

It can be seen from the fact that the curse Ling Zhimeng broke free from the imprisonment many times just now, the reason why the curse tool is useful to him is because he did not resist.

Once he resists, these things are useless at all and cannot trap him.

"This bead should be able to trap him for a while." Zhimeng sighed, feeling that his other self was really difficult to deal with.

Gojo Satoru: "Are you sure he didn't use the beads as a charging station?"

Zhimeng looked at him: "Then what shall we do?"

The other one is not fake and difficult to deal with, even if the other party is not in the prime of life, it is really no problem to get out of the body.

So, now the other one is willing to stay in this bead honestly, which is already very good.If the other party runs out, who knows what will happen!

Therefore, although Zhimeng doesn't want to get too close to the other party, it is more at ease to put it under the nose than to let the other party go.

Gojo Satoru also thought of this, and was speechless for a moment.

Xia Youjie looked at the two extra people. Thinking of the chaotic morning and the fact that he didn't sleep well last night, he suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

"We'll talk about this later, let's have a good chat first!"

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We should be one!